“Will you hurt her?”
“No. I’m not that kind of man. But I will cut her off from the gravy train, so, maybe you could say that I’m going to hurt her anyway. She should be grateful when all is over. She’s going to have it easy. Not what I’m going to do to the rest of the lot.”
“Your manager.”
“He doesn’t work alone. He doesn’t have the guts. Something tells me he struck some interesting friendships lately.”
Dylan made an attempt to climb on his bed, but Riley dragged him down and held him in his lap. “Weren’t you saying something about my beauty sleep?”
“I think that can wait,” Riley said and pushed him between his legs. “I discovered long ago that I’m coming up with the best solutions to my problems when I’m having my cock sucked.”
“I can’t believe it,” Dylan said wryly and took Riley’s half-hard cock in his mouth and licked the head. Damn, his current boss was an intoxicating man. He was demanding and domineering, but without making him feel like a toy to be used, as much as that was all he was. Dylan knew he liked that position. Better than a punching bag, for sure.
Riley hummed in satisfaction and caressed his head. “One day, I’m going to fuck your mouth with all the lights on in the middle of my fucking club.”
Dylan didn’t know what Riley meant by that. He had many clubs. To show his appreciation for the thought, he began to take the hard cock deeper, until he was properly deepthroating. He moved his tongue underneath to make Riley feel it and took the thing out only so that he could lick the balls and underneath with all the dedication he had in him.
“You’re making my thinking a tough job,” Riley said, amused. However, he lifted his butt so that Dylan could give him a proper tonguing in the ass. He pushed as much as he could, and Riley appeared to appreciate his hard work. “Yeah, sweetie,” he whispered, “eat my ass good.”
Dylan didn’t have to be told twice. He was hard at it, making that the best rimjob he had given in his life. As a bottom, he wasn’t asked to do that much, and inside those walls, he had seen enough macho shit, including that some dudes didn’t want to have their asses licked on the grounds that was too gay. It hadn’t been his former owner’s idea, though; no, James had used him as his fucking toilet paper on occasion until it made him gag.
Licking Riley’s ass was a totally different thing. First of all, the guy was clean, as much as he liked to joke about being a pig. Second of all, he wasn’t forcing Dylan into it. And last, but not least, he knew how to fucking appreciate having his ass licked.
Riley pulled him by the hair and stuffed his mouth with his cock again. “Oh, yes,” he hissed, “oh, yes, you fucking pretty cocksucker. Take my load.”
Dylan waited for the wave, and it still took him by surprise when it came. If he ever needed to survive on cum alone, Riley would keep him satiated for days. His stomach was now as full as his ass, and he was beyond satisfied.
Riley patted his head and kissed his forehead. “Now, you can go to sleep, sweetie. Daddy fed you well.”
“Oh, shut up,” Dylan protested just for show. “I hope this helped you put your thoughts in order.”
“You have no idea. Now, up, up, or I might have to fuck you again.”
Dylan didn’t mind it, but he got it. Riley needed some time alone with his thoughts. The best part of it — he was somehow included in those.
***
Lola could pull a bag of old tricks on him, and how the fuck, until Dylan had mentioned it, he hadn’t thought of it? The faster he assured her he wanted her as his wife, the better. She’d have no reason to come up with some story that she got knocked up. All was possible, and before, Riley knew that it wouldn’t have mattered for him. He’d take care of both her and the brat. The problem was that right now, he hated her guts, and having a kid only to give him parents that couldn’t stand each other was a fucking rotten deal.
First of all, he needed her to come and tell her, stars in his eyes and all that, how he couldn’t live without her. Then, he’ll see if his proposition was better than whatever sweet deal she thought she had with the manager.
He squeezed the last few drops of jizz from his cock. Dylan was such a good cocksucker. He could go at it for a long time, too. How many times hadn’t Lola complained about her neck hurting and whatnot while going down on him? The honeymoon with her had been really short, now that he thought about it. However, as used as he was with women being fussy and all, he hadn’t thought that it was that much of a big deal.
However, now that he had a willing partner getting on his knees for him and spreading his butt cheeks wide whenever he felt like it, it felt like he had been taken a little for a fool. As soon as the chick he was banging felt safe to start fussing about sex, she fucking did. He must have been too lenient with them, not that he didn’t fuck his fill on occasion. They played along, but then, they always wanted something.
Dylan had to be one fucking special bitch. Or maybe, when people needed others to survive, they forgot all about playing some game. Still, he needed to be careful. Walls had ears and eyes, and while that fucker Butch was in the hospital and not bound to return anytime soon, other problems popped up like weed.
Like that fucker who had owned Dylan’s ass before. Riley knew that he couldn’t get up close and personal like he wanted; still, leaving someone else to do that job felt tasteless.
He put his hands above his head and thought at the problem, turning it on all sides. What kind of accident fitted that fucker? He fell asleep while dreaming up scenarios in which the motherfucker ended up fucked up really good.
***
Sean leaned against him, invading his space a little more than Riley was comfortable with another guy doing it. “Boss, why the hell is everyone disrespecting us nowadays?”
“Disrespecting? What do you mean?” Riley observed Dylan from afar. The guy was standing in line to bring their food, like a good little wife. Appearances were everything, inside and out.
“I mean, like the other day, I see that fucker who leads the Niners getting all in Dylan’s face, chatting him up like he was his beau or something.”
Riley pretended to be surprised. “It’s the first time I hear about that.”
Sean snorted. “That’s ’cause Dylan is a pussy boy. No offense, boss. He’s probably afraid to tell you.”
Riley worked his jaw and gave Dylan the evil eye, to put on the right show for Sean. “He should tell me everything. I own his ass.”
“Yeah, thought so, too. That’s why I’m telling you. ‘Cause that also proves that they’re not afraid of us anymore. Or they wouldn’t try shit like that out in the open.”
“What exactly did that fucker do?” Riley asked. He hadn’t asked Dylan for details, as he had been too horny to listen to the entire story.
“He licked his cheek and told him some lovey-dovey words I couldn’t hear, ’cause I was too far. And Dylan looked like he was about to piss his pants. Boss, with all due respect, the guy’s a bitch. Don’t trust him with anything, and those guys can squeeze anything they want out of him.”